In the small quaint village of Forculi nearing the border of Breznick, PilotMan enters the Adventurers Guild Building to submit the quest items. Inside were a lot of colorful people, aside from the usual darb of the Medieval times, the players inside were all sorts, from Elves, Lizardmen, Halflings and ordinary Humans. Knights, Rangers, Archers, to Clerics were also present in the lively location. The place was bustling and full of life, PilotMan walks over to the counter and immediately interacts with the NPC on the desk. Only one Tesseract was needed for the quest, so he gets to keep the extra two.
Curious if he could spend the extra two, he walks along to the Guilds Questboard, in the open dining and meeting area of the building to see if any game generated quest or player request needed one. Looking over to the right, he sees a poster next to the Guilds recruitment adverts. It was a wanted poster for anyone seen using modern equipment dating 17th-21st Century, the ones ordering it were "all existing player Kingdoms" and willing to pay for each captured player or skeleton soldier. Five Hundred - Fifteen Thousand Gold for capturing one player with modern equipment, highest payments for those more equipped in more modern armor.
He overhears a small party taking their picks on the bounties, one mutters, "Chief, are you seeing this? People like us is merely just pocket money to the kingdoms, like fuck this ain't even a whole day's worth of grinding gold, this would just barely pay for repairs.
With a swift smack over the head, The Chief retorts, "Quiet down fool, worse case scenario is we'd be shooting our way out of here so keep your head down and shut it. We'll be regrouping with the rest of the squad soon..."
Ignoring them, he moves along outside and removes his horses' rains from the wooden log. On his way outside of the town, he opens his player tab and heads over to Guild and opens the Guild group chat.
"PilotMan: @all I'm all good. Where are we meeting?"
"BleedingHearts: On an Outpost near the top of Mount Eldar."
"PilotMan: Why do I have the feeling that this is gonna make me take the long way around?"
"MustardLovingBarrel: We're all goods here. All C-5 Galaxy's and C-130s are accounted for."
"BleedingHearts: Rog John, headed there too. Any transport that could pick us up? It's gonna be a long run if we head up there by horse."
"FirstHashashin: I'll dispatch some Humvees and MRAPs to go pick you guys up."
"PilotMan: Thank you big boss."
"BleedingHearts: Are the rest of the Knights ready?"
"MustardLovingBarrel: Yepper, they're all here and accounted for, except for the ones in the Navy."
"FirstHashashin: We're we able to complete the second Iowa class Battleship?"
"MustardLovingBarrel: @Carjackers147 Was the second Iowa-class battleship completed?
"PilotMan: Wait, we're using the Battleships?"
"BleedingHearts: Ohhh, I'm excited!"
"FirstHashashin: Hell yes we are, Breznick and Libertus have so many players inside the Abandoned city. We'll have to level the entire place. @Carjackers147 @MustardLovingBarrel @PilotMan @BleedingHearts"
"Carjackers147: Hai, BB-02 is not fully finished, It's crewed but Turret 1 is still needed to be refitted with two more 406. I'd also would like to politely ask for more skeletons to use in manual labor."
"MustardLovingBarrel: Can we complete it within a few days?"
"Carjackers147: Hai. Though the battle would already be at its peak when I could release it."
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Army of the Damned
General Fiction"The objective here is to return home. By any means necessary." An Isekai about Politics, Strategy and War. Players of Dark World, a Full Dive VR game suddenly got teleported into the world of Threa. Our cast of people, found and recuited by a luckl...
